Tanggal Anniversary Stay

Five years ago, Suri ruptured her uterus pushing Bruce out of the path of a car. The injury left her unable to have kids. But Bruce didn't care—he still pushed for the wedding. After they got married, he poured nearly everything into her. Or so she thought. Then came the scandal. One of his business rivals leaked it, and just like that, the truth exploded online—Bruce had another woman. She was already over three months pregnant. That night, he dropped to his knees. "Suri, please. I'll fix it. I won't let her keep the baby..." And Suri? She forgave him. But on their fifth anniversary, she rushed to the hotel Bruce had reserved—only to find something else entirely. In the next room, Bruce sat beaming, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating that mistress's birthday. The smile on his face—pure joy. A smile she'd never once seen from him. That was the moment she knew. It was over. Time to go.

I gave him my love. He gave me betrayal. For eight years, I stood by Alpha Lance's side, believing our bond was sacred. I wore his mark with pride, and dreamed of becoming his Luna. But on the eve of our anniversary, I overheard the truth: I was nothing more than a “convenient placeholder” until Arielle, the woman he truly loved, returned. Worse? She’s pregnant with his child. Humiliated in front of the pack, publicly rejected, and accused of attacking the “real Luna,” I ran, shattered, disgraced, and broken. But fate wasn’t finished with me. Because that night, I was rescued by Alpha Dominic. Ruthless, powerful, and sworn enemy to the very pack that destroyed me. And he’s hiding a truth of his own: My brother is alive, and I was never meant to be Lance’s mate. Now, I’ve returned. Not as the girl Lance betrayed. But as the Luna he should have feared all along. I will make them all pay.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

"I've thought about it. Please draft up a divorce agreement for me, Mr. Chastain," Carina Sherwood says to her divorce attorney, Leo Chastain. It's her fifth wedding anniversary with Aster Ducant, but Carina spends it at the lawyer's office instead because Aster is busy having fun with his secretary, Stella Winters, at home. Carina is his wife, but she ends up being the one chased out of the house. They have been married for five years, but Aster hasn't announced their marriage to the people at the company. At first, Carina thinks of bringing it up to him. However, it just takes a few sentences from Aster for her to know that there's no need for that anymore. "Stella's home alone, and the electricity at her place just went out. She has nowhere else to go. I'm asking her to come over for dinner. You're fine with that, aren't you?" The best way Carina can think of to end the last five years of their relationship is through divorce.

In a world where humans and lycans co-exist, both societies must adapt to new norms and circumstances. Lycans became prominent city leaders due to their superior strength and intelligence. As the idea of a destined mate faded into myth, lycans began to choose their mates from among human participants in an annual mating ceremony. And at that ceremony, human beings stay far away from Alpha Nero Aimilios Astadel. The human race has a long history of warning its young, especially female offspring, to keep their distance from the Alpha. Avert your gaze, stay out of his way, and under no circumstances should you anger him. What if, an average human named Verity Catina Eirian showed up at the mating ceremony and was mated with Alpha Astadel, the most powerful and notorious Alpha, who didn't believe in fated mates and who showed no mercy to his enemies? Will Verity heed her mother's advice and stay away from Alpha Astadel, or will he win over his destined mate?

Abyan mengutus dua orang suruhannya untuk melamar kekasihnya di Jawa. Dia sengaja tidak memberitahu terlebih dahulu karena ingin membuat kejutan. Sampai di Desa tujuan, Joni dan Fathul--orang suruhan Abyan menunaikan tugasnya dengan baik. Lamaran merekapun diterima dengan baik. Abyan merasa lega dan memutuskan mendatangi rumah calon istrinya itu untuk membicarakan tentang tanggal pernikahan. Tiba di sana, Abyan disambut dengan hangat oleh Ayah dan Ibunya. Namun saat melihat anak Gadis yang keluar membawakan cangkir berisi minuman untuknya, dia bingung karena tidak mengenali gadis itu. "Kalian nggak salah alamat kan?" tanya Abyan menginterogasi orang suruhannya itu.  "Enggak, Bos. Ini real, Namanya Nabila kan? Anaknya Ibu Sri Hartini dan Pak Agus Winarto?" Abyan mengembuskan napas kasar, ditoyornya kepala kedua orang suruhannya itu. "Nabila dari mana? Nadia gublok! Orang tuanya Sri Rahayu dan Agus Suwito" desis Abyan geram. Dia mengacak rambutnya dengan sedikit menariknya. "Kenapa kalian bisa salah?"  "Loh ini catetannya dari Fathul kok, Bos." Dia menyerahkan selembar kertas. Nabila Saraswati Ibu Sri Hartini Bapak Agus Winarto. "Siapa yang nyatet ini?" tanya Abyan geram. "Fathul, Bos." jawab Joni. "Sini kamu Fathul, saya bilang Nadia Sasmita, Ibu Sri Rahayu dan Bapak Agus Suwito, kenapa bisa salah?" Abyan sangat geram, ingin sekali memaki mereka dengan keras tapi dia menyadari sedang bertamu di rumah orang.Sementara yang dimarahi hanya garuk-garuk kepala kaya orang bingung. Ditengah kemarahannya, Joni menepuk lirih lengan Abyan. "Pak, Bapak lupa ya, kan si Fathul rada budeg."

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”

In the tenth year of my pursuit of Henry Stone—the profoundly devoted deuteragonist in the novel—he arranges a lavish, extravagant wedding on my behalf. I still feel uneasy even though Henry continues to love me deeply after we get married. This is because the mission progress bar displayed by the system has never moved past zero. On our wedding anniversary, I happen to stumble upon a hidden diary in Henry's desk drawer, which reveals a very shocking truth—Henry has been reborn. He possesses full knowledge that this world is a novel and that I am the antagonist who poses a threat to the protagonist, Renee Schmidt. He puts on a careful act of profound love toward me, strictly for the purpose of shielding Renee, the person he truly cares for. I have just gotten the gist of the whole situation when the system's warning goes off. "You have failed your romance mission. Your existence will be terminated within 48 hours."

For our third anniversary, my boyfriend claimed he wanted to 'broaden my horizons'. However, he was just waiting for me to step into the restroom from the moment we arrived. He immediately shredded my passport and every piece of identification I owned. Before I could even comprehend what he had done, he dragged me into an underground casino. He strutted in like he belonged there, greeting everyone along the way. "This one's premium, fresh from studying abroad!" I blinked at the massive men closing in on me. The black rose tattoos on their arms… They looked like the insignias of the Lyon family, the mafia syndicate led by my ex-fiancé, who was also their newly crowned Godfather. He once loved me obsessively, pursued me for eight years, and nearly forced me into marriage under the weight of his family's power. It took everything I had to escape that life back then. What just happened? One vacation, and I somehow landed right back into their hands?

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.